Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!More Like This
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
Good morning Callisto VIII...
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Triquetra 3I didn't expect to wake up, I didn't want to, everything hurt. To breathe, to move, to think. But to listen, it's what I could do with peace. I heard footsteps, sometimes talking. I heard shuffling feet. I felt a hand on mine, and lips pressed against my forehead. I felt someone's presence, and another person's presence as well.More Like This
"Cian, she lost lashings av blud... yer canny expect 'er ter recover in a day" a familiar female voice said and the grip on my hand tightened.
"Aye, oi nu... but 'tis been tree" Cian sad. I wished I could squeeze his hand back, but at that point the pain took over my body again and I passed out.
When I woke up again... the pain was gone, I felt... amazing... but I was stiff. Really stiff. I slowly checked to make sure I had functions over my fingers, hands, my arms, my toes, my feet, my legs, my neck, my mouth.... and then finally I opened my eyes. Everything seemed brighter, much brighter. I didn't like it. Everything looked foreign to... but I knew
The Killing Truth (Faendal x Assassin!Reader)~Skyrim One-Shot: Faendal~More Like This
The bosmer male sighed as he picked up another section of log and rightened it. He raised the axe above his head and brought it down with a solid thump, cleaving the log in two.
“Why the long face?” a feminine voice asked.
“This town is so boring,” he answered, reaching for another log. Then he froze.
The only woman who ever visited the mill was the miller's wife, Gerdur. And she'd been murdered violently four months ago. With a jerk, Faendal spun around, nearly dropping the axe.
A cowled figure was lounging on the stump next to him lazily, cleaning her fingernails with the tip of a daedric dagger. The strange red and black armor she bore looked just as mysterious as it had been the first time he'd met her, which had been over a year ago. She wasn't even looking at him, instead focusing solely on the sharp blade that wove between her fingers expertly.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, staring at her. It was no use trying
Drop (Alistair x Reader)The clink of metal rang through the castle as the King of Fereldan stomped down the halls. Candles glinted on the armor, reflecting light to odd places as he moved. The crown felt heavy on his head.More Like This
“If it wasn’t for her then I wouldn’t be here right now,” he whispered to himself as he held his crown in his hand that he was wearing only moments ago. Alistair was right, if it wasn’t for her, the Grey Warden he had worked with, he wouldn’t be king.
“It shall be your decision, who shall rule Fereldan?” The crowd waited in silence as she thought.
Her eyes danced between Alistair and Anora as if they were helping her argument in her own mind. “I think they should marry and both rule.”
Alistair shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. Both of the Wardens knew what would happen but the bastard son honored his friend’s-no his love’s request. And so after the battle with the Arch Demon; both of them living
I Believe in Love Jack Frost x Reader P.1You pull on your shoes and tie them in place using the good old bunny ears method that you know and love. You pause and then double knot your shoelaces… just in case. You look out the window quickly and examine how it looks outside. The sun is shining… but it is hard to tell how cold it is based on that. This February weather is very tricky sometimes. You dig through the coat closet and find an old knitted hat that will have to do for now. You also find a pair of mittens that are sharks with eyes and teeth on them.More Like This
“Oh my god!” you declare loudly. “My old shark mittens! Yes!”
You slip your warm aquatic buddies onto your hands, zip up your jacket, and open the door. You stand on the door step for a moment and realize that it is not too cold; kind of warm actually…for February. You pull off your hat and mittens, to your disappointment, and throw them back into the closet, where they fall onto the floor in a heaping mess. You stare at the items
Princess |Daryl x reader|More Like This
The soft music still played in the background. Your pink dress that had been made especially for that certain occasion was ruined. You accidentally stained it with something, red wine probably. You could get it cleaned, to wear it another time but as it was ripped from the bottom to your waist, there was no sense in doing that. And even your favorite high heels were long forgotten as you left them somewhere in the ballroom. They weren’t needed anymore.
People were still dancing on the ballroom floor, even if the night had already ended and the sky was slowly getting brighter. Candles were still lit and champagne was still flowing- the party was still on, and you weren’t allowed to excuse yourself. You were an important guest, after all.
And the main dish wasn’t yet served.
Slowly and quietly you made your way through an empty hotel’s corridors. The broken glass on the carped cut the skin on your bare feet. It was quiet in that part of the building. But still, so
Slave! Lovino x Reader x Slave! Feliciano Chp 4~Feli’s POV~More Like This
I woke up in the morning and saw that my fratello was still sleeping, he would be really mad at me if I woke him up so I left him to get ready for today. So far I really liked it here, everyone was so nice and when I would make a mistake no one yelled at me. No one hurt me or Lovino while we were here, that made me happy. I was about to slip on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of the side of my back and my face fell for a moment when I glanced over at Lovino, he could be really mean and grumpy but he always defended me. He had been hurt a lot more than I had… I shook my head, no I couldn’t think like that now. I slipped on my shirt and grinned in the mirror, they had also given us both nice clothes to wear while we live here. It was still a bit early so it wasn’t time to wake up ___ yet. I left the room and started to look around the house, I thought about it and around now Rosaline would be making breakfast, maybe she would let me help! I went to
Storms: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderMore Like This
It was kind of raining on and off here, so I got the idea for this. Enjoy!
You once again let out an involuntary yelp as another loud clap of thunder shakes your window after the flash of light appears.
“Are you sure, you’re okay?” you hear Tadashi’s voice coming from your cell phone, which is pressed tightly to your ear.
Letting out a shaky breath, you have to take a moment to calm yourself down before you can respond. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
You can practically see him frown. “No, you’re not,” he responds, detecting the hitch in your voice that gives away how scared you really are.
You can hear how worried he is about you by the tone of his voice. It creates a pang in your chest to know that you’re causing him trouble. “Don’t worry so much, Tadashi. I’m okay, honestly,” you tell him, your voice a little stronger this time. You’re currently
CynicsJohn: So how do we do this? Just, start talking and…More Like This
Elsa: Whenever you’re ready just go ahead, and I’ll ask you some questions. It’s up to you whether or not you want to answer them.
John: What do I start with?
Elsa: With whatever you want. Whatever you feel is most appropriate.
John: Well, you should probably know that I’m only here because my mother wants me to talk to you. I honestly don’t think I need it, but my mother said that my job covered the insurance fee so what was the loss.
Elsa: There’s no shame in coming here, John. There’s no judgment here. Just honesty.
John: Yeah. Well, my name is John, but of course you already knew that. I work at the National Bank. I’m a treasurer, good with money and numbers and keeping stock of things. Ah…I vote democrats. I spend a lot of time with my family. Single.
Elsa: Who do you spend time with in your family?
John: Mother. And my younger brother and sister. Especially my younger
Shyla's MemoriesHerman remained a mystery to Shyla despite working so closely with him for the past two weeks.More Like This
She had first noticed him lurking in her front yard, and had approached him with curiosity; he seemed friendly enough, despite his somewhat abrasive personality, and they had become close friends very quickly. She was impressed with his natural aptitude for technology, but he explained that gnomes were keenly interested in anything new.
Herman was a garden gnome, complete with white beard and red hat; of course Herman refuted the ‘garden’ part, since that was stereotyping, but he dealt with the title as best he could.
“Calibration for the energy-consumption is off by point-seven-three-three percent;” Herman commented gruffly as he examined the rocket-propelled boots Shyla was designing; “you’ll be plummeting to a gruesome death if you try them right now.”
Shyla held out her right hand to one of the boots and a holographic display appeared over her wri
The Rotting Man (Part 1) "This is how you get yourself dead, my friend," the shambling figure in front of me said, its figure barely visible in the bleak darkness of the night. I froze by the wall, too terrified to move or plan anything effectively. I stood there, sweat pouring down my face despite the damp coolness of the night, horrified and recalling how I ended up here in the first place.More Like This
It happened earlier today, when my friends and I swapped stories about local ghost stories and legends, with the usual trite stories about vampires, rumours about serial killers hiding inside people's cars, haunted houses, variations of Bloody Mary or some stupid school game where this guy had to chant some stupid verse and perform a certain task and hope they don't get chased by the ghost itself, or some stupid story about a guy hanging out by the graveyard for whatever reason and gets terrorized by restless spirits, stuff like that.
"You guys heard about The Rotting Man?"
The Rotting Man (Part 3) "Hellooo?" Seth called out as he cracked the factory's doors open.More Like This
"Oh, good job, Seth," I groaned. "Alert that thing that we're around, will you? Just brilliant, bro. Just freakin' brilliant."
"Whatever, man," he said dismissively as he walked into the factory, flashing his torch light around. "I want him to know we mean business."
I rolled my eyes. "You mean you mean business, Seth. Let's all shout and run around and get the attention of a some monster, who, by the way, moves really fast, and should I remind you, is a cannibal?"
"Hey, come on now," Alaina said. "There's no need to fight, guys."
"She's right," Jamal agreed, trying not to look to anxious himself. "The sooner we stop arguing, the sooner we can get this over with, and go home and tell people about that it's all a myth."
"It's not a myth, you guys," Seth insisted, his face visibly irritated even in the pitch black darkness of
The Rotting Man (Part 4) "Man, what's taking him so long?" I complained, looking up towards the stairwell we came from earlier.More Like This
"I don't know," Seth replied, looking at his watch. "Let's go upstairs and tell him to hurry up."
"Right," Alaina said, "let's go then."
But as soon as we stepped on the first steps on the stairwell, Alaina heard something that made her stop. "Hold up, guys," she whispered,
her hand blocking us from proceeding. "Hear that?"
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheh," a faint cackling voice came from upstairs, followed by a faint skittering noise, and we stood there, numb with shock and surprise, until the noise became inaudible.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "He's real."
"Did you guys hear that?" Seth spoke up, his face clearly excited by the turn of events. "I knew it! I knew the Rotting Man's real! Guys, this is so cool!"
"You idiot!" Alaina exclaimed. "If he's real, that means Jamal's in dan
The Rotting Man (Part 2) As soon as darkness descended upon our town, our little group of four reached the industrial complex, slowly driving around the area, trying not to draw attention to ourselves from the disinterested industrial workers and security guards populating the area. As we drove even more, the industrial complex became even more desolated and dilapidated, with empty, gutted out buildings and untended plants becoming even more commonplace as we progressed.More Like This
We stopped the car next to an abandoned soda factory, and got out.
"This is it," Seth, the one who introduced us to the legend said.
"Are you sure this is the factory?" I asked, since there are at least a dozen factories in the area that fit his story's description.
"I think it's this one," he said excitedly, turning on his flash light, which provided us with a degree of light, which is badly needed as the street lights on the streets are barely working, and the factor
RP :: Hard to See the MoonHard to See the MoonMore Like This
*An evening in London, March 31, 1912: the marketplace crowd is thinning as the sun dips lower in the sky and men of the working class return from their jobs to crawl the pubs and the houses of ill repute; this is a gritty part of London, thoroughly unwashed (despite its proximity to the Thames...jolly little pun, that), but it is not limited solely to the impoverished-- a flash of tweed and well-trimmed trousers are periodically interspersed with the shabby weeds of the working class, dandies threading their way to the whorehouses and opium dens...because...why not? ...Okay, lost my thread of thought, moving on...*
Leslie: *lingers by a roadside stand positively overflowing with flowers; women are pressing them on every passerby, telling them to take them home to their sweethearts; he somehow manages not to draw their attention and pauses by a bouquet of roses, leaning over and smelling dreamily*
Frances: -hand holding his hat to his head,